Tag Archives: Michał Choiński

Standing Like That The stone is small and irregular. It feels like a growth on the inside of the palm. The muscles flex as you clutch it. Glimpsing sideways, you realize that you probably don’t have the aim like the others. So, standing like that, you just want to eject that thing you’re holding atContinue reading “Standing Like That. A poem by Michał Choiński”